Rejected By My Mate

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Evelyn kept me pinned down in the car like this was some kind of kidnap. "What the hell? Where am I going?"

"I've been tasked with the impossible." Emelie sighed, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm supposed to make you not ugly."

"How?"

"Makeover!" the supermodel sung. Evelyn sighed and closed her hand over my mouth to keep my talking.

"Both of you just shut up. Emelie get in your lane you're on the wrong side of the road."

"Wait, wait, Evelyn my phone beeped I need to check it." I muttered against Evelyn's hand. She sighed and reached into my purse, laying on the floor of the car. Rummaging around until her hand grasped it.

"A seven plus? Really?" Evelyn rolled her eyes. "How basic can you get?" she clicked the home button so the screen lit up.

"Oh, oh! What's it say?" Emelie chirped from the front seat, yet again veering into the wrong side of traffic.

"Emelie, road!" Evelyn yelled. "It's from heart heart Rider James kissy face. Says, your mom is really hot."

I burst into tears and had a tantrum. Emelie tilted her head and tapped her chin. "Rider James? Like that one badboy to ever get into college?"

"Mhm!" I grunted into Evelyn's hand.

"Oh cool. I didn't know you knew him." she said, bobbing her head again. "Isn't that cool Evie?" finally Emelie pulled the car to the stop and put it in park.

"Get up, rat girl." Evelyn grunted, pulling me upright by my shirt and hitting my head on the low roof of the car.

"We have a makeover to give you!" Emelie clapped her hands together excitedly. She took my hand and practically dragged me into the house in front of me. Considering that it belonged to a literal supermodel I thought it would've been bigger.

"You don't have a mansion?" I asked once we stepped inside. Emelie shook her head and smiled.

"My big brother sells crystal meth, the drink mix." she bobbed, grinning proudly. "We don't need a big house. He said that the police are extra picky on people who live in mansions."

I nodded. That made sense. I loved drink mix.